You are not at home.

Octagonal Room by Parallel Dream.

Air feels nice and somehow lighter.

בראשית

Existence predates essence.
-an intangible plane of light and sound.
To choose order over disorder,

You are surrounded by darkness. However, you are evenly well lit, even when you cover the palms or your hands with themselves, as if something lit them from inside. There is no source of light. You are floating. You have a hunch that some sort of hook is on you, but you do not feel it in any physical way. QB ABG YRG GUR UBBX CHYY LBH HAQRE NAL PVEPHZFGNAP-

アンテ

Existence is nothing but Form and Substance.
From here, the resultant narrative structure cannot adequately be described as simple framing devices-
or disorder over order,

You feel like somebody else. You know, like always. You are not sure if you are feeling like someone else in particular, or just as nobody at all. You start to suspect that this has something to do with the hook, albeit never being in this place before, neither ever even suspecting about the supposed hook before.

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Substance anchors Form, for better or worse,
-with recurring metaphors alternatingly alluding to it as either an abode of the gods or a demonic presence.
is to accept a trip-

You see them. Somebody else. That "somebody else in particular". They are you. They are not you. They are your hook, you'd not known it, and they still have no idea

Diagnóstico: iparxoalgia. Pronóstico: inadecuación para mermar.

and, conversely, Form shapes, governs, resctricts, and gives life upon Substance.
-yet the album as a whole seems to fall short of its mark,
-composed of both the creative and the destructive.

Of course: rinse and repeat.
...
.....


Congratulations, your soul is a carrousel. Go get a prize, receive a interview, or whatever.

ابنة إبليس

Form cannot exist without substance. Substance cannot exist without form. Neither can escape the other. They are perfectly distinguishable. This is an undeniable fact.
-nor does the story have a conventional ending.
But to choose the creative over the destructive-

Fortunately, now those commodities are not the only stuff here.
It's like a nexus and a warehouse at the same time, really.

Die Dämmerung ist Ihre Bestrafung.

Substance is matter, energy, force. Form is shape, movement, interaction, state.
-said to possess the power to destroy any object, person, or abstract concept with a single touch.
-is an all-creative trip-

There's a whiteboard with drawing of it, of a cirle with an smile arc and some small lines irradiating on top of it. It reminds you of the warmness of a chimney on a snowny day.

There's a multicolor axolotl flying around. She seems cute and happy. But one thing is for sure: she's gay.

There are also a bunny, another bunny, a rat (positive), and a bunch of skeletons.

A human-sized cartoon rabbit costume, of a character you do not recognize, is laid down besides you, as if it were over a floor that is not there. Its owner has an incredible sense of humor, but it can be morbid at times.

You catch a glimpse of a box with an orange thumbs-up logo.

What the fuck.

Two unattached revolving doors are spinning very fast. Both have signs on top and on the sides. Armisael Webring

sike lipu pi ma pona

Some dirty deals where made to put those elephants there, and I am not talking about money, it's far much worse. It is a shared desire to belong and to create a commumity. You morally judge it negatively, and it makes you feel sick and disgusted.

There's a glitchy shape over you head.

It’s ironic. For centuries, people had been writing ghost stories about things so awful that just looking at them makes you die of fright. And then a mathematician, working in the purest and most abstract of all the sciences, goes and brings the stories to life... [neurological weapons, terrorism, government-mandated implants]

By your side, there's- nothing. At least nothing that can be percieved. But you know there's a door to a world in which resides pain, the devil, death and destiny.

Floating nearby without moving is a teenager girl with short shaggy white hair, very pale skin, faded dark-purple wrinkled shirt with no sleeves, a white but darkened skirt, and dark-red shoes. Her eyes are closed, but she's looking at you.

The End Itself is clear, understandable, legible, and unescapable for all. Everything will end. The End Itself shall never end. Darkness is the true everlasting light.

Form will be corrupted beyond any salvation, and Substance will be barren beyond any growth.
[DATA LOST]
-composed of both order and disorder.

You even catch a glimpse of trinket [RAM-consuming page] morbidly so fu-

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For fuck's sake! Don't you get it?!? NONE OF THIS SHIT SHOULD BE HAPPENI-












































Weird- weird / clay-bay,

No one would say that what Deborah was doing was complicated. It wouldn't even be considered new. Except maybe in the geological sense. She took from her surroundings what was needed, and made of it something more.









t'day has been / a truly weird day.
Finally, Dimced^[Pronounced DEEHM-shed] Lauren^[Last name comes first before first name], controlled something as if it were part of her body. Although she didn't know that it was also another motivation for her own private personal show, she was finally controlling a part of her life again.









And I hope you are comfy,
Good intentions are never enough.









my child/my dear,
Of course, since she learned from the best. [rumbles come from the surroundings, all around]









for the weirder day / that comes next.
I desperately need an upper hand, and I only have one way of getting it.






















































There is nothing here. Not even the other people. Just you. What are you even looking at?

You feel

feel

feel

feeeel

at peace.

Lbh fubhyq abg srrrry ng crnpr.